and said, "Thank you, young brother. You are such a kind person!"Yang Bo nodded slightly, then turned to leave. He had to consider whether or not he should eat dinner later."Hold on a second, little b...Chapter 1: Glass Beads

Chapter 1: The Glass Beads

"Xiao Bo, don't worry about home. If you send some money, don't send it all back. Take care of yourself, and I will take care of your dad!"

"Well, Mom, you should also persuade Dad to go to the hospital for treatment!"

Yang Bo said his mother had hung up the phone after saying a few words, tears streaming down his face like broken threads. His father had liver cancer, and the family couldn't afford the high cost of treatment, so they could only stay at home.

Yang Bo inquired about the cost of liver cancer treatment. The first year would cost 500,000 yuan, and the second year would cost 350,000 yuan. This means that to cure his father's illness, he would need a total of 850,000 yuan. For him, this is an astronomical sum!

But for his father, he must raise this money!

"Yang Bo! Yang Bo! What are you doing Lazing about again Come quickly and pour tea for the guests!"

A shout pulled Yang Bo out of his thoughts, and he hurriedly replied, "Good, I'm coming!"

Yang Bo wiped away a tear, managed a smile, and ran out, "Here they come!"

Yang Bo poured a cup of tea for the guest. It was Mingqian Longjing, according to the custom of Gudézhāi. The boss would use different passwords depending on the guest's status, and Yang Bo would then pour the tea based on these passwords.

"Pouring tea" is standard, Bi Luo Chun is sufficient; "pouring good tea" is another level up, at this time you need Xin Jian; if the boss shouts "pour the best tea," then you need Ming Qian Long Jing.

The shop had a good selection of Shangmingqian Longjing tea, so Yang Bo, after the tea was served, gave it a once-over. The customer appeared to be in his fifties and was deep in conversation with the shopkeeper. On the table lay a blue and white mallet-shaped vase.

The blue-and-white hammer vase has a deep glaze, slightly dark. It's not bad, but the boss using Mingqian Dragon Well tea for it is clearly an overstatement.

Yang Bo quickly made a judgment. After graduating from high school without passing the university entrance exam, he went to work as an apprentice in an antique shop and is now in his second year. Although the boss usually doesn't want to teach him, Yang Bo has still learned a lot of knowledge about antiques by researching on his own.

But that wouldn't work, he couldn't go and buy up the porcelain at this time to resell it! Because disrupting the auction would be breaking the rules and would result in boycotts from all the antique shops. Besides, he didn't have the capital!

He earns 1,800 dollars a month. To save money for his father's illness, he lives in the store and sends 1,500 dollars back home every month, but it's still far from enough!

85 million is like a boulder in Yang Bo's mouth!

The guest and the boss chatted for a few words, and soon sold the bottle of mallet under the boss's three-inch tongue. The two parties paid and signed the contract.

After the guests left, the boss, Guo Pi, walked around the bottle with a satisfied smile on his face. He seemed to be enjoying himself immensely and couldn't help but show off to Yang Bo: "This bottle is from the early years of the Qing Dynasty. Although it's not as good as previous eras, I bought it for 50,000 yuan and can easily double my money by selling it! Hehe!"

Guo Pi clutched the beer bottle and walked towards the room. He was going to put the bottle in the safe!

Yang Bo smiled wryly at his boss, but in his heart he was thinking, fifty thousand yuan, this is fifty thousand yuan! If he had this money, he could get his father hospitalized for treatment first!

After waiting until noon, when it was time to get off work, Yang Bo went out to buy lunch. Guo Pi usually only gave him twenty yuan to save money, ten yuan per person for a meal. To save even more money, Yang Bo would use his share of the money to buy five-yuan fried rice, this way he could save money for dinner!

It was midday, sweltering hot, and there were few people on the road. Yang Bo walked along, his mind still preoccupied with his father's illness. At this time, shouldn't he quit his job and go to the construction site Although it was harder work at the construction site, he could earn more!

Lowering his head to look at his somewhat thin frame, Yang Bo felt a wave of hesitation wash over him.

"Hey little bro, come on! I haven't eaten in three days!"

Yang Bo suddenly heard a voice from the roadside. He turned his head to look and saw an old man, ragged and leaning against the steps, his forehead covered in sweat!

Though he hesitated a little, Yang Bo didn't look back. He kept moving forward. He was already struggling to save himself, so how could he possibly help others at this time

If one does good deeds every day and prays sincerely, will the father's illness get better

Yang Bo's heart sank. 850,000 was too far away; he had no idea how to reach it. All he could do was pray to the countless gods and Buddhas, hoping they would help him achieve this!

When he came back, Yang Bo's hands were carrying a lunchbox. He gently placed a box of fried rice in front of the old beggar and didn't speak.

The old beggar looked up at Yang Bo and said, "Thank you, young brother. You are such a kind person!"

Yang Bo nodded slightly, then turned to leave. He had to consider whether or not he should eat dinner later.

"Hold on a second, little bro!"

Yang Bo suddenly heard the beggar's voice and turned to look. He saw the old beggar holding a green glass bead and handing it over, "Little brother, this is for you."

Yang Bo glanced at it. The beads were irregularly shaped, but they did have a somewhat round and smooth quality to them at the bottom. However, he knew very well that such glass beads were not valuable. They were more expensive than fried rice though, so he shook his head hastily, "I can't take them!"

"Little brother, just take it!" The old beggar held a plate of fried rice in one hand and a glass bead in the other, handing it to Yang Bo. "I found this by chance, and no one wants it anyway. It's better to give it to you, this kind young man!"

Having said that, the old beggar turned and left.

Yang Bo was stunned for a moment, shook his head, it's really strange!

As soon as Yang Bo touched the glass beads, he felt a cool sensation in his eyes. Then, every cell in his body felt as refreshing as if it were immersed in ice water.

He didn't know how long he had been there. When Yang Bo finally came to his senses, he rushed back, holding the lunch box in his hand.

As soon as Guo Pi arrived at the store, he scolded, "What's going on today Why are you so late Don't you know time is life You're wasting my life, do you understand"

Yang Bo nodded slightly, "Business was too busy at the box restaurant today, I queued!"

"Are you going to help out Did you fall for the hotel's daughter"

Yang Bo remained silent. He had indeed helped out there before, but only to save a meal's worth of money. He had no other ulterior motives, but Guo Pi had always misunderstood him, and he chose not to explain.

Guo Pi let out a light hum, took the lunch box and ran into the store to eat it.

Yang Bo took out his own fried rice and picked up a pair of chopsticks. Suddenly, he thought of a question: where did the glass beads go

The old beggar held the glass bead in his hand. He'd been holding onto it all along!

He looked up at the time. It was already 1 p.m. He was half an hour later than usual, which meant he had been standing there for a full half hour!

But, why wasn't I sweating much myself

Yang Bo couldn't figure out the reason, and he didn't want to think about it anymore. He picked up his chopsticks and started eating fried rice! by researching on his own.But that wouldn't work, he couldn't go and buy up the porcelain at this time to resell it! Because disrupting the auction would be breaking the rules and would result in bo...